Warm Smell of Colitas

Beckham has resigned as captain. as i don't seem to function like a normal woman, i hate his diamond-studded, nails-manicuring guts. to me he is part of that exculsive club with the words "slap me" written in invisible ink across his smirking forehead.

foreheads can't smirk you say? well my dearies, that's what makes them doubly annoying, don't you see?

THEIR foreheads can.

so that lifted the letargy for a moment.

the world cup has entirely lost its flavour. my fave joga bonito-playing team is out. my fave team to scorn at (england: hah, invented the sodding game did ya? bollocks to you mates!) is out. shall i jump on the portugal bandwagon, and abandon my 2 Fifa long love affair with brazil?

Anyone needing tickets to Cocolate this weekend, email eisforevie@gmail.com please. she has tix for $12, for entry and a drink. she'd love u forever if u get the damn tix off of her :)


my hair is annoying me. i shall mohawk it.
YC told me that there was this charity event for cancer, where they have u shave it all off. and for a happy moment i imagine the weightlessness, the slaphappy shiny baldiness. like richard's new do. tee hee. and i think, yeah, skinhead's the way for me.
and then i saw a girl flipping her long hair. that one might have been sel. yeah, it was sel. and i was convinced to finally grow it out.

this was a pointless entry written as i was trying to brainstorm a newsangle for that pointless press conference we had. GR.